The Melting Point of Perception

The Melting Point of Perception

You can yell at me till spring turns to summer

turned to leaves turning yellow

but still these demons shout louder.

Here arrives as a long winter path paved with ice,

falling facts shatter on impact

across my frozen feet. It’s snowing glass

and their light rays bend blind eyes to a different reality;

one convinced the past is all that’s left of me.

I pinch the sun between two fingers,

beg for the burning present,

just one beam to heat each muscle,

aching to move.

Every Day A Weather Change

Every Day A Weather Change

Sunday’s body heat left me cold,

feigned calmness and clasping at the chance

to feel close to another heart beat,

heads resting on chests, a collection bucket of tears

donated by the quietly broken.

By Monday, cheap champagne makes my choices

under cover of darkness and dripping in melted chocolate,

these marshmallow mouths crave comfort,

drum and bass meets muffled cries of delight

as our minds drown in the musical remix.

Tuesday felt no fragment of guilt,

maybe it was just grief faded into folds of grey

and five beers in, your fingers find mine

and grasp fragility, so focused on some far off goal

that I miss finding myself in the flood.

The week moves on and takes me with it,

making peace with the waves, the lulls in longing

will end as they must, I trust I will land

wherever the wind tires of me, a farewell

wearing laughter, and with love my faithful friend.

Taste of Heaven

Taste of Heaven

Don’t kid yourself,

this barely ruffled my feathers,

my faith belongs

to the way the wind

strokes between my open wings

with nerves left trembling,

but sometimes even wild things

rest for a while

and still the world

has ample love to go around.

All creatures adapt to the changing seasons

and these sharp claws

would be constrained

by an existence in captivity,

a birds eye view is only bestowed

to those blessed to be free

and I was born an untamed spirit

touching everything

and nobody.

Saving Daylight

Saving Daylight

Sunshine spreads love to this skin,

melting milkshakes

with the innocence of children,

whilst the warm breeze,

collecting curls of autumn leaves,

becomes a bed for skinny lovers

soft enough to sleep on.

Do they detect the change in weather?

Do they know what’s to come?

This week the magazine headline

presents six tips

to change your life.

Number one is

Feel Disturbed’

‘It’s discombobulating’,

the old lady thinks to herself

as she sits at the wrong table

and children eat their fingers.

Eiderdown 2

Eiderdown 2

Cheering the clouds on their way

I plant kisses on their lovers,

making amends for our short stay

and to comfort the cold in their bones,

caught from years of cursed Octobers

that I could not insufflate.

A little bird begs for my breath

to aid its way back home,

but I cannot change the course of Mother Nature,

just help to raise him up,

in the hope his flying fight defeats

the impending dark of a night alone.

I collect the autumn leaves to my chest,

longing for all to be content

with life and its changing colours.